Fear will not overcome
Truth, hope, love
Can not come undone
Swat at the sun
Sit and suck your thumb
Hopes of fear
Small minds have
Truly will never overcome
Swat at the Sun
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Fundamentally: You and Me
The sense of unity
A deep spring within you and me
Is fundamentally
An idea which
We should all agree
Ideally
However when a evil tragedy
Strikes the innocents
Lacking any true humanity
What are we left with
Other than a hollowed out hope
A useless and frayed rope
I have a belief
That there is more to unite
Than to tear apart
We as humans all share a common heart
Not emotionally
Purely physically
We are born with brains and toes
We all face our challenges of growing old
Not all is lost in humanity
I just saw someone yesterday
Help a lost fellow on the street
Maybe a hope of full unity may fall away
The hands of each other
We somehow share a sense of commonplace
Deep within the human race
On a Monday it seems burned out
Washed up and worn out
The hope runs like a well deep underground
Running full but without a sound
I share this hope
That is the simple humanity of each other
That we are truly bound
The Recycled Sofa
It’s not for everyone
The rain outside the window
Chased by a bellowing siren
Distant and cause
Uncertain
Somehow the romance of the city
It’s not what others would
Consider pretty
But sitting close to the window
That no longer can stay open
Falling under its own weight
We sit and wait
With each other
Hearing the city whisper back
Not all will hear the city and think
Of the romantic dialogue it brings
Friends on the street sing
Bar doors open and clang
Buses whirl past
Breaks well past the point of repair
Alarming sound when stopped
Car horns ask each other question
Well into the night
Much rather being certain
Than polite
And we sit
Arm in arm
On our recycled sofa
From the neighbor
We moved it for her as a favor
Now we relax
In the building with uneven floors
Why would we ask
For anything
More
Consequences
It’s not the consequences
Of my actions that scare me
It’s the consequences of my inactions
That scare me
Avoid the Voids
Paris to NYC
Trying to turn a hope
Into a dynasty
We had a helluva trip
From the grounds of the Rockefeller
To the Parisian sun
We take one step as it comes
Each stage of fear
We soon overcome
Out in the streets of these cities
Avoid the voids
Headphones on to block the noise
Our journey spans the world
A bespoken pearl
We hold hands
Change everything we know
With every path we go
Ominous Tapestry
The rain collects
Small pools on the ground
The peeling of the rubber
From the ground
The great majesty
Of buildings
Disappearing in the up high
The ominous tapestry in the sky
Unfold the fog from morning sights
Wake a new
The New York Skyline
Quick beeps and parked cars
Sirens alarm
Back up quick
Away from harm
The simplest yet amazing charm
From Brooklyn over the East arm
I breathe out
And hold the next
How this city is quite simple
Yet eternally complex
Back to Brooklyn
The smell of linens
Warmed hot in driers
Lamp post
Stuck with weekend fliers
Rusted out steel on buildings facade
Bustling traffic on Kenmare
I make my way to the Williamsburg Bridge
Over the eastern edge
And back to Brooklyn
No more than a bed
To call my own
The only options are rent
No hopes to own
So our time here is quick
Subtle and sweet
Seeing some familiar
Faces out on the street
The people still hustle
Just as I remember
Checking in 2 months past
September
The city sways easy in Autumn leaves
Until it will soon be our time to leave
Non Brokered Life Decisions
Non brokered life decisions
Going broke
With entitlements given
We hope upon life grandeur
The vestments of blessings
Hopefully lay ahead
Life uncertain
Is better than certain
Mentally dead
The Greatest Descent
What is safety
Pushed away unsafely
City streets stirred up and shady
It seems a story slams the headlines
Daily
The feeling is uneasy
Slightly crazy
How is it that civilization
Can never be quite content
Individuals looking for a reason
For the greatest descent
Wake up on Monday morning
The headlines read
3 men attacked with guns
On the streets
New York City
In the highest of high rises
No reason to sympathize
For one foolish man
Can bring down the hearts of 3
Right on the streets of the city
Disputes, commutes, early mornings
No sudden warning
My wife and I were only 4 miles away
Uneasy it seems these days
Life can be short of pretty
On tough days in New York City
De-Complicate Me Please
Complicated questions
On complicated days
Complicated thoughts
On complicated days
De-complicate me please
Set my uneasy thoughts at ease
Soon I will smell an autumn
New York City breeze
McCarren Park through the trees
De-complicate my fall
In the city
So I can enjoy the beauty
Of the pretty city
